i remember the mystery of radio when i was young... to a 7 year old in arizona, late night radio transmissions are like messages beamed across the uninhabited void of the desert... to hear a radio station, its signal struggling across from california or texas at 3 am... like a crackling message from another planet... one more worried whisper lied in my ear... i eye the dreaminess of youth with distrust...
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I am one of its priests and I worship the silver microphone like a cyborg's phallus every Mon. night.